Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor stranger
Wandering this world of woe
And theres no sickness, no toil or
In that land to which I go

Im going there to my mother
She said, shed meet me I come
Im going over Jordan
Im going over home

Ill soon be free from every
My body asleep in the old
Ill the cross of self denial
And on my great reward

Im going there to my father
Im going there no more to
Im only going Jordan
Im only over home

I am a poor wayfaring
Wandering this world of woe
And theres no sickness, no or danger
In that bright to which I go

Im going to meet my sister
She said, shed me when I come
Im going over Jordan
Im going over home